He stopped loving her today
Trite title, but simply unavoidable.
In 1977 I worked the desk at Sooner Inn, a truckers and tramps motel in OKC. The motel had a bar just off the main lobby, and the bar had a jukebox that played only George Jones. I suppose there were other records, but they never** got played. Why bother when you've got Jones?
The eponymous song hit a deep resonance because its truth countered toxic mass-culture feminist lies. Femistalinists tell us that males are faithless tomcats. Nope, backwards. Some people mate for life like swans, others are always ready to shop around when the current brand gets boring. Most males are swans, most females are shoppers.
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** Well, I lied for the sake of a clear point. In fact exactly one non-Jones song was played constantly. Despite hearing it thousands of times, it's still my favorite country number....
Heaven's just a sin away, by the Kendalls.